My, uh, monthlies were due, and I was already freaked out because of the flight. So I packed the ENTIRE bottle of Ibuprofen and a fresh pack of pads, as well as a heating pad.
They tried to insist that he get out of the chair so they could thoroughly inspect it. At that point, his muscular dystrophy was fairly well advanced, and he had to use a transfer board to get from bed to chair and back.
There seems to be a huge blind spot between airports and people with disabilities.
My mom has a neurological disorder and used a wheelchair for a long time, and they'd always try to get her to switch to *their* wheelchair so they could inspect hers.
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